My mother never asked me anything in her life. As an only child, I will come back.

Wandering alone in the embrace of spring, feeling the unique warmth of this spring, the comfort in my heart is beyond words; Wandering freely in the sea of flowers on the street, looking at the warm distant sky, the inner joy will overflow unexpectedly.

With the approach of spring, March 8 Women's Day comes quietly. Looking at the jubilant scene in the street, I wandered around with unknown emotions in my heart, and gradually walked out of the bustling and noisy city and came to the suburbs. I squinted and found that the delicate grass had emerged from the soil, swaying with the spring breeze. Grass, grass, you will also know my mind. Will you come here to dance with me? Looking at the spring everywhere, I couldn't help falling down on the grass, stretching lazily and mumbling: It's good to be a woman!

When I was a teenager, because there were brothers on it, all of them were naughty and it was always so difficult to tame. Looking at the brothers who often make trouble, my mother always has no choice but to make amends and put in a good word for my neighbors who criticize me at home, which makes her very headache. As the only child in my family, I have been spoiled by my mother since I was a child, because of my quiet temperament, cute and cute, and the foil of those troublemakers. Often dress me up as beautiful as a flower and take me out to show off proudly to my neighbors and colleagues. This is my mother's beautiful and lovely baby. At that time, I thought it was good to be his little baby and his daughter!

When I was at school, I grew up gradually. Because of my good academic performance, intelligence and understanding, there are many boys around me, and my brothers are my loyal bodyguards. They have always protected my sister and never let my sister suffer any injustice. My brothers do all the dirty work at home, and even when I am on duty at school, they always take turns to help me. Looking at my brothers' meticulous care and meticulous care, I can't help but be glad: it's good to be their sister!

When I grow up, I fall in love and have a fixed prince charming around me. As a flower protector, his love for me can be said to be spoiled. I never knew that loving a person's feelings could be so sincere, so dedicated and so infatuated. With him around, I never think it will rain on cloudy days, because he is my barometer all the year round. With him around, I never know what sadness is, because he is the source of my happiness. I clung to his arms stupidly and smiled sweetly: It's good to be a woman, and it's even better to be his girlfriend!

Married and became her husband's wife. Careless, often make a mess at home, and sometimes forget to pad the insole. After my husband found out, he got into a habit. Before going to bed every day, he baked the insole on a heating bag. The first thing to do when he got up the next day was to pad it for me, so that my feet would be comfortable all day and never catch a cold. Looking at home with bright windows and flowers, watching my lover's happy smile, watching my husband cook in person on my birthday, clumsily learning to cook my favorite braised fish, watching my husband's face sweat, watching his satisfied eyes, my eyes were moist, and I put my apron around my husband's waist and put my face on his broad back. That kind of feeling is particularly beautiful: it's good to be a woman and be him. As a mother, as the child grows up day by day, she can walk, talk, call her mother, recite and count. That kind of satisfaction is self-evident. Watching children grow up day by day, he will wash socks, fold quilts and wash dishes. Even when I wash clothes, he can help me hang them. Looking at considerate and sensible children, studious children, and then looking at the awards of his son's outstanding students in the book, a sense of pride arises spontaneously: it's good to be a woman, and it feels good to be him!

In this life, the affection and love I have are the greatest wealth in my life. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a woman, because it feels so good to be a woman! My March 8 Women's Day: International March 8 Women's Day is a common festival for women all over the world. The unit gives money to lesbians and sends them out to travel. This is a scene of singing and dancing, joy and celebration.

But for us, March 8 is no different from March 7 and March 6. There is no difference between going to work, eating, sleeping and sleeping. However, the resplendent office building is quiet without the chirping voice of female compatriots. It is better to calm down and do something and think about some problems.

I started writing. I'm coming. Hehe, interesting. I want to share it with you.

The content is: Happy holidays! Although you are not a woman, after all, you have made your girlfriend happy, and it should also belong to women's products. So I also wish you a happy Women's Day!

TNND, you said that these people really dare to think. Originally, men now have a sense of loneliness, but I still made up such a passage to make fun of them. Is this obvious to get angry?

I was just about to adjust the code to make a k, here we go again:

"On the occasion of the March 8th Festival, I would like to extend my holiday greetings to the leaders and brothers who are fighting behind their wives' backs, are fearful, deceives their superiors and deludes their subordinates, are furtive and have to go home and giggle! At the same time, I also extend my holiday congratulations to the comrades who work on mistresses and Xiaomi. For the reclamation of the motherland, you worked hard day and night, worked hard in the dark, sweated for a long time, but enjoyed it. Your hard-working spirit is worth learning. In order to win a smile, you are so tired that you even forget to work in prison. You are really a victim.

What a mess! Our works should inspire, inspire and influence people. Didn't these things teach us good people bad? Became an instigator! Not good, not good.

However, after careful investigation, this thing really has some cultural elements in it, which is in line with the principle of "three closeness" (close to reality, close to life and close to the public) in our party's propaganda work. It can be said with certainty that it is the product of the important thought of ""and the spirit of the Sixth Plenary Session of the Sixteenth Central Committee, with cultivation and self-restraint. We can't give it a small stick in general, if we can guide it correctly.

Hehe, besides, not everyone can sum it up! What is the essence of ""? Doesn't it represent the interests of the overwhelming majority? What people need is what we should do, and what people like to see and hear is what they need, so we should praise and affirm it. Collect all the books. com

Forget it. Do what you have to do. I never return to the Lord anyway, let alone this kind of entertainment.

Female compatriots went out to play, took the big bus of the unit, and had to take the Jinbei bread police car after work.

In the evening, I still do my homework, read books, play mahjong on the Internet, and sleep. March 8 passed like this. Women are like flowers (written on Women's Day on March 8th). It's a sunny day. I like such a beautiful spring day, walking quietly on the streets of the city, watching women in full swing in the crowd. Such days make women more beautiful, like flowers in spring, blooming quietly. It is women who dress up the world, looking at the world of mortals, colorful, like a hundred flowers blooming, dazzling, dazzling; Looking at the beauty of the secular world, it is charming and charming, and there are thousands of customs, such as flowers in full bloom, which makes people uneasy and makes me talk about juvenile madness. A woman is like a flower because her youth is fleeting, just as the flowering period is short. "If you don't lament for me, I don't know if the flowers will fall and people will die." There is a kind of woman, such as an empty valley and a orchid, who is quietly open and narcissistic. Although the smell of women, but few people know this exquisite woman, her nobility makes her reserved and unobtrusive. Only when she knows the people who love her can she enjoy her femininity and affection. At the same time, she is also fragile. A small disaster will make her pale and her petals fall. Therefore, people who love Lan must be carefully cared for. A woman is a flower because a woman with a beautiful face is as charming as a flower. "Light makeup is enchanting, and heavy makeup is always appropriate." Or if the peony is elegant, beautiful and luxurious, you can see it from a distance, so you can't get close to it easily; Or the rose is delicate and charming, and her thorns will make anyone who wants to desecrate her come back injured; In other words, if the lotus is holy, elegant, quiet and beautiful, it can be seen from a distance, and it can be clear and not evil. These women as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade look pleasing to the eye and feel pleasing to the eye, but it takes a lot of trouble and pain to get them. Your daughter is only on the other side. More women are unknown, unknown flowers, and some bloom in the empty Shan Ye, experiencing the baptism of wind and rain day and night; Or die prematurely because of bad environment; Or be picked by ignorant passers-by and put in the hair room, put in a vase, and eventually die without roots and soil; Some flowers are in full bloom in deep valleys. Although the flowers are beautiful, no one appreciates them. In her most glorious days, no one loved her, cherished her and pitied her. She only enjoys herself and is lonely all her life. Some are open on high cliffs, lonely and beautiful, but they are discouraged by the dangers of the road; Others have never bloomed in their whole lives because they can't resist the ravages of wind, frost, rain and snow. Walking among women and listening to women, I often wonder, what flower is she? Why do pear flowers bring rain and look sad? Why is your face haggard, like yesterday's yellow flowers? Some are proud of the spring breeze, such as peach blossoms welcoming the spring, and some are all-powerful, such as peony. "One flower and one world", every woman has her unique charm. But who can really listen to the heart of a woman close to flowers? Who can give women immortal flowering period and eternal charm?

When you see a woman, you can't help thinking of the man behind her. Women need love to moisten. Does that man nourish her as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade? I remember one day I took a bus and it was crowded. After getting off the bus, a woman who entered the city from the countryside exclaimed that her bag had been stolen. Her man flew into a rage when he heard this. In public, he used all dirty and filthy language to scold his woman. It was sad enough to be stolen, and I was scolded by my own man. The woman's face turned pale and tears ran down her face. How can such flowers not wither too early? In chatting with some female friends, I often see that they are disappointed with their marriage. The man who once madly loved her has gradually turned a blind eye to her, no more sweet words, no more gentle hugs, and even no longer remembers her birthday, their wedding anniversary, which belongs to all women. On these special days, he no longer receives the gifts he loves. Women spend year after year in disappointment, and the flower of love. Women are naturally romantic, but men often say that this is vanity. In fact, this little vanity just wants to find out whether men still miss themselves. A gentle word, just a few seconds, is enough to make his woman gentle, but many men don't want to say it; A little gift, inexpensive, can make his woman laugh like a flower, but many men disdain to do it. Marriage will become dull, just like a stagnant pool. Women's flowers will change color and shrink because they have not been nourished by sunshine and water for a long time ... Women are like flowers, and men should be leaves. With the foil of leaves, women's flowers will not be lonely, but will be fuller. Women are like flowers, and men should be flower protectors. He is as gentle and kind as the spring breeze, making his woman full of vitality and light forever. He is as sweet and thorough as summer rain, which makes his woman change rapidly and graceful. He is as vigorous and serious as autumn frost, which makes his women listen to his life, gentle and elegant. He is like the sun in winter, warm and radiant for his woman. On the special day of March 8, I wish all women are delicate, beautiful, brilliant and soft flowers, and all men love, cherish and protect flowers. Happy women's day: the buds in March bloom with the first touch of deep red in early spring, and the poems of new women are moving forward; Through the emotions flowing in the streets, we feel the breeze of the festival; Women are no longer the ornament of the world, and women don't let their men's arms be equally powerful. On the occasion of "March 8th", on behalf of all the boys in Class 38, Grade Three, I would like to extend my holiday greetings to the married, ready to get married and unmarried sisters in the class, and wish all the sisters a happy future! Happy forever!

Time flies, the years have passed in the blink of an eye, and five years have passed. At the beginning, you held up half the sky in our class and won many honors for our class. Looking at the present, you have made amazing achievements and fully demonstrated your elegance with your own practical actions, all of which show that you are smart and wise; Thought is open and active; Open-minded and optimistic; The pursuit is endless and powerful; They all proved that you are great. With your delicacy, intelligence, spirit and strength, you continue to write about the miracles and glories of Class Three and Class Eight. Once we were proud of Class 38, now we are even more proud of you!

Economic development must not be at the expense of destroying the environment, and the development of the times must not be at the expense of forgetting tradition. In order to better inherit and develop the ancient culture of the Chinese nation, thoroughly implement the guiding ideology of "three obedience and four virtues", and further strengthen women's code of conduct in morality, behavior and self-cultivation according to the principles of "different inside and outside" and "men are superior to women", and shape a good image of women in our class, we put forward the following expectations:

First, love your husband (boyfriend), resolutely obey your husband (boyfriend) and support all his decisions.

Second, be loyal to your husband (boyfriend), never betray your husband (boyfriend), and put an end to your playboy thoughts. Collect all the books. com

Third, comprehensively improve their own quality, often participate in on-the-job training, master the standards of second-class chefs in cooking, and master the standards of four major cuisines, four-star hotels, Chinese medicine massage and other technologies in housekeeping.

Four, after marriage should adhere to the "one center, two basic points", namely: family-centered, husband and children-centered.

Five, after marriage should take the initiative to undertake housework and children's transport and other work, and shall not be delayed or not implemented for any reason.

Six, adhere to the two lines of revenue and expenditure, monthly wages, bonuses and other income should be paid in a timely manner, and shall not refuse or omit. It is strictly forbidden to set up a small vault without permission. The daily expenses shall be distributed by the husband on a daily basis, and shall not be withheld, paid in advance or shared. The husband has the right to know and audit, and other family expenses should be borne by the husband.

7. Any problem in any aspect of the family must be based on the principle of obeying the superior (that is, absolutely obeying the husband's decision).

And other technologies. Improve cooking skills (at least master the four major cuisines in China), housekeeping (5-star hotel standard), and traditional Chinese medicine massage. Wife, I love you like this: my wife and I don't have the warmth of flowers around the moon, the lingering of small bridges, the romance of the moon, and even the love between men and women. It was in our most difficult time, we turned our backs together, faced the storms of the times together, and shouldered the hardships of life together. Mother's Day, Women's Day, wedding anniversary and wife's birthday have no special significance in our family. I have never given my wife a bunch of roses, a piece of chocolate, a birthday cake or even a blessing. Our birthday was organized when our daughter grew up. I remember that late autumn, my wife developed from a cold to chronic pneumonia. The villagers said that it is best to go to the county to do a comprehensive examination, diagnose the disease and treat it. My village is 0/5km away from the county seat/kloc-. There was no transportation at that time. I borrowed a unicycle from my neighbor and pushed my wife to the county seat. After all the tests, I pushed her back I remember saying that if you can eat two oranges a day, it will be very beneficial to the recovery of your illness. Two oranges a day is really nothing now, but at that time, it was really a big problem, but I overcame all kinds of difficulties and insisted that my wife could eat two oranges a day. Once, she said to me, why don't you have one? I said, I'm fine. Why eat him? My wife said, I don't eat either. I had to say, okay, okay, I'll try. I took an orange and pretended to have something to do in the kitchen. I put it down, took an orange peel, walked back and said, ok, it tastes good. After a while, I pushed her to the county seat again, saying that she was recovering well. I suggested that she brush her teeth with anti-inflammatory Chinese herbal toothpaste before going to bed every night to keep her breath fresh and say it was good for her lungs. In fact, neither of us has the habit of brushing our teeth before going to bed at night. In order to make her brush her teeth every night, I also brush my teeth every night. Before brushing my teeth, I poured her mouthwash, squeezed toothpaste into her toothbrush and handed it to her. I won't brush until she finishes. Once, when she came back from the night shift, it was already twelve o'clock at night. She doesn't want to brush her teeth because of the trouble. She wouldn't listen to me. I had to get dressed, rinse my mouth, put toothpaste on my toothbrush and hand it to her. She said angrily and funny, you, you can't help it. Now we are all retired, because she is in poor health, and I have been taking care of her. Sometimes later, she said apologetically, it's all my fault that you can't take part in the tour organized by the unit with other old comrades. You can't go to the activity station every day. I said, no, seeing you every day and serving you every day is my greatest happiness. You must take care of yourself and never deprive me of the right to serve you. Mom, I love you in my own way. My mother is a typical oriental woman, smart and virtuous. She is willing to give everything for her family, husband and daughter. She devoted all her energy to family building. But I am not a good boy in the traditional sense. I didn't want to blindly listen to my parents' opinions since I was a child. I have always adhered to my principles and always wanted to go my own way. Because I always think that more often, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often have conflicts about this, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with the tolerance of maternal love. Maybe I can't do traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way. I think it is parents' greatest wish that children can get real happiness and live. Although living according to my parents' wishes can make them happy for a while, they will still feel sorry for me for a long time if they can't get real happiness. So even if it often gives my mother a headache, I still have to go my own way. Maybe it was painful at first, but when I succeeded, my mother was happier than anyone else. She knows that her children have really grown up. Mother is a handy person, and any housework can't beat her, especially cooking. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any genes in this field. As a child. I also studied hard all kinds of needlework, such as knitting, embroidery, sewing and so on. I promise I will study hard every time, but I always want my mother to help me clean up the tragedy. After numerous failures, my mother finally gave up the desire to train me to inherit her mantle. How I wish I could knit a sweater for my mother, but I can't even knit a rag; How I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mother's shirt, but unfortunately I will only break my finger; How I wish I could sew a skirt for my mother, but in the end the skirt turned into a rag; How I wish I could cook and cook a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter. I can't ask other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream and face cream for my mother. I hope that time will not take away her beauty, and that hard work will not dry her hands. Maybe I didn't do as well as those famous brands, but my mother felt it and understood my efforts. Holding my mother's rough hand, thinking about her efforts for me, I feel that I have done too little. Although my mother won't read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can't express it, my loving mother can feel it. Although there are not many things I can do for my mother, everything is sincere. Mom, I can only love you silently: many times, I don't want to touch the memories of the past, so I will find that my scars are still there, as if I should have forgotten everything, but all the memories about that time are reproduced because of this theme. My mother, an out-and-out housewife, looks ordinary and has read some books. She married my father before she was twenty.

Up to now, I can't understand how mom and dad feel about each other. People in those days were often matchmakers, and they decided to live for life. They have never been in love, but they have been in love all their lives. My mother always said that she was a busy person and didn't even have time to live, die and die. No one knows the hardships and bitterness of this sentence better than I do. Everything is because of my father! Dad grew up grumpy, paranoid and typical of male chauvinism. Because of a little thing, my mother will be scolded by him. In front of my dad, my mom kept her eyes down and watched carefully, but she didn't dare to say a word, for fear of causing more beatings ... Once my mom couldn't stand it, and she drank pesticides in the middle of the night. What is the reason why I haven't?

At that time, I was young and often hid in terror. I hate my father, his temper, his lawlessness and his inhumanity to my mother. Every time I hear my mother say behind my back that I won't talk to my father, I am filled with joy and naively expect them to divorce early, because then my mother will not be so painful, but in the end my mother still can't bear to part with my sister. For this family, for the children, she spared no effort to pay silently. So, in the later years, I was carried by my mother through a long dark mountain road in the middle of the night and bumped back to my grandmother's house; There are countless tossing and turning nights, I saw my mother burying her head in the quilt and sobbing silently. So I hate myself, I hate myself for not growing up quickly, I hate myself for not being a man, I can't protect my mother, I can't stand up for my mother and stop my father's evil deeds!

My mother won't allow me to hate my father. She told me that my father's heart is actually good, but his bad temper determines what he does. His parents died young and didn't study for a few years. The hardships and frustrations of life made him taste the hardships of life prematurely ... I believe my mother's words, because my father will regret it every time afterwards, but he can't control himself as soon as his temper comes up.

At home, dad is a tiger. He is arbitrary. If he is a little unhappy, he will take it out on his mother. She must listen to what he says and do what he tells her. She must find something at once. If he is angry and doesn't eat, she will always persuade him to eat like a child. Otherwise, none of us dare to eat this meal. Stubborn and stubborn when I grow up, I can't stand such a family environment. I escaped from it and tried to run away from home many times, vowing never to return to this home that made me sad and tearful. I didn't know how worried my mother was at that time. Until that day, I had another quarrel with my father for my mother, and my father shouted to get out of this house. My mother pulled me desperately and cried not to let me go. In the face of my heartbroken and tearful mother, I almost woke up hysterically. I can't stand up to my father like this. How sad my mother will be if I leave, and how my father will take it out on my mother. I can walk away, but only my mother will suffer. I must apologize to my father for my poor mother's sake. In any case, I can't leave this house! I know, my father still loves me, but his autocratic thought must not allow children to resist him, just as his mother has been obedient to him all her life, so should we! In my father's mind, I always thought that I was my mother's sky, and marrying him was my mother's blessing. Without my father, my mother will live a hard life for farming like other rural women. In the face of such a father, I will be even more disgusted. It is clearly the fallacy that he is unreasonable, but he is so overbearing and unreasonable! Mom is not easy. How can he understand? Has he ever worked hard at home and outside? For decades, my mother has been like a spinning top, supporting this family with her thin shoulders. How can I live without my mother outside my home? It has been a habit for many years. Whether it is a father or a sister, the first thing to do when entering the house is to find a mother. The first sentence is "Mom". When mom was away, the whole family was at a loss. Father doesn't know where to change clothes every day, and the lights are on and off. But even so, he still won't admit his dependence on his mother. With her warmth, he felt at ease, but he disagreed! In other words, as long as his mother is by his side, he will never understand how important his mother is to him! For many years, my mother worked hard to serve my father, but my father never knew how to pity my mother. My mother has coronary heart disease, and she often feels chest tightness and can't breathe. But in such a family environment, why doesn't she get angry? She knew that she was ill, and even if she was ill, she quietly found some medicine for herself, for fear that her father would blame her for being angry. "After so many years, I still don't know what your father's temper is, and I am used to it." My mother always calmly said that my heart ached. This is my mother, who has suffered all her life but still doesn't think about herself bit by bit! Today's mother is haggard and old, and the retired father's temper has changed. I grew up, became a family, and gradually stopped hating and learned to be tolerant. I know there are still many responsibilities waiting for me in my life. For this family, for my mother, I can only silently love you with my kindness and filial piety for 1000 times and 10000 times, and repay you, my dear mother! It was also in such a spring afternoon that I quietly shed tears when I remembered my mother's difficulties for many years. March 8 essay: It's March 8 again. I feel inexplicably sad when I think that my mother is one year older. I always feel that I am still a child and there is still a long way to go before I grow up, but I never think that my mother is getting old in willfulness and vanity.

On March 8, I sent one to my mother, and later I thought she might not see it. In addition, I left home for more than ten days and wanted to hear her familiar voice, so I called one. Thankfully, my mother's voice is bright and clear. I think of my mother's smile and say what I mean: Happy holidays, mom! My mother giggled over there, and I couldn't help laughing: at home, my mother always said that I laughed silly, like a silly girl. It turned out to be genetic!

Next, before hanging up, my mother began to tell me again. Strangely, I used to hate my mother's nagging. I thought she was endless, much like a poem: but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with our swords! Now I hope my mother will talk more, just like at home.

I remember when I was a child, I was rebellious and always sabotaged everywhere. My mother was very angry, but once she picked up a broom and hit me. I was scared and ran out in tears. My mother ran after me with a broom. In this way, with my crying, we almost made a big circle. The final result has been forgotten now, but I have been thinking, can I run past my mother at that time? Collect all the books. com

At that time, I kept thinking that my mother was partial and kind to my brother, never hitting him and always hitting me, but I never thought, who had to call her dozens of times to wake her up for early class, who told her to fill in loopholes everywhere at that time, and who had poor grades at that time and vowed that she would lose her teacher's card if she didn't get it? Because of this so-called reason, I used to be afraid of my mother, and I was always depressed when I was alone with her. What a shame to think about it now!

It's been nearly 20 years since I was a child, and I haven't missed my mother as much as I do today. Once I think about it carefully, I find myself missing a lot, always willful and lazy, always irritable and stubborn, turning a deaf ear to her nagging, but blaming my own miscalculation for my final mistake. Quarrel is always fidgeting and irritated by her repetition. I can always say "sorry" to others easily, but I have to fight for my mother for a long time.

Silent night, thinking that my mother must be lying in bed reading now, the light of goose yellow shines all over the room.

Sitting in front of the computer, listening to soothing music, tapping on the keyboard slowly, and savoring my mother's dribs and drabs.